Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.